My Morning Rant About
It’s another day and another dollar. This should be satisfying right? For some reason the fact that I'm working and making money does anything but satisfy me. This must be confusing to some since money makes the world go round and that if one has money they must be one happy, smiling
, economy boosting jolly rodger. Not so.
Now don't think I'm proclaiming the end of my working career at an early age of 19, almost 20 I might add. I'm just saying that this doesn't make me happy like it does for so many other people. Having money is a good thing, it buys me food, clothes (no one wants me to be naked, or do they!?), and my car but it can't satisfy me in the way that I need to be. The way in which I need to be satisfied does not come from having boo-co bucks or the nicest car, the nicest home, or even the nicest clothes. This must sound as if I'm transforming into a modern day hippie, one though that takes regular baths and cuts his hair on a regular basis and has a perversion to not join communions or ride in multicolored orgy slathered buses. In some ways I guess I'm.
I find more importance in not what I own but whom I know, my partner, my family, and my friends. These are the things that make me happy and make me look forward to another day on this beautiful place we call Earth. Working and buying things don't correlate with achieving these things, they happen on my own perseverance, luck, and hard work. I can’t remember what I owned or what I didn’t 3 years ago but what I do remember are the good, the bad, the ugly, and the amazing times with my loved ones. You can’t pick and choose events with these people; you just have to accept the all of the possibilities upfront without knowing the course of future events with these people. The great unknown isn’t it exciting?
I think that people get too caught up in what they don’t have without realizing what they have before them. People take for granted the things they have and sometimes it takes loosing that thing for that person to realize they had something amazing. I know from experience the heartache that comes from this. An example of this is my grandparents. These amazing people come from a different world, one that I can never experience. They are a treasure trove of knowledge and wisdom just ready to be called upon. I’ve lost a couple grandparents already and I’ve felt the ache of not fully appreciating them and I made a promise to myself not to allow that to happen again. That promise just wasn’t for my grandparents but for everyone in my life. Does anyone feel a hint of guilt in this post!? LOL
I just realized this post is starting to sound like a segment on Oprah,
all praise thee mighty Oprah, but it’s what was on my mind this morning. The post above is exactly what I was thinking to myself which might explain why it’s not a fully constructed thought, mine usually aren’t as I think I was dropped on my head as a baby. That might explain the indent that feels like a hot wheel car.
I send all who read this the best of wishes I can offer and for those who didn’t read it fuck off you punk ass bitches~! …..j/k
